Sunday, 29 July 2012

The Two Bonnies

Ralph Perrott, aged eleven, sat back in the limousine that was taking him to school, happy and contented.  As the only son of a billionnaire, he went to the best school and he had an army of servants to look after his every need.  At school, he was treated with the utmost respect, even by the teaching staff, for his father was chairman of the board of governors.

He would be at school in only a few minutes, ready to be feted and fawned upon by his fellow pupils.  His girlfriend, Portia, was a real beauty and head of the cheerleading squad.  Yes, life was good.

His pleasant thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of screeching tyres.  Another car had shot out of a sidestreet and was now blocking the way.  Parsons, the chaffeur, used the horn to register his impatience.  But the car refused to give way.  Parsons tried to back the car up, only to find his path blocked by another car.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the car ahead and raced over to the limousine.  The slim, lithe figure brandished a firearm and gestured for Parsons to get out of the car.  The chaffeur reluctantly obeyed.  Ralph was frightened.  His fear heightened when the door nearest to him was opened and another slender figure grabbed his arm.  The two figures dressed in black wore balaclavas so it was impossible to identify them.

Ralph tried to resist the figure who was trying to pull him from the car, but his strength was not equal to theirs.  He was really scared now.  Then his kidnapper put something resembling a cloth over Ralph's mouth and everything went black.

Ralph gently stirred.  His eyes focused uncertainly on a dingy white ceiling.  His was lying on his back, he realised, with his arms and legs secured by ropes to each corner of the bed.

He was also, he realised, completely naked.

Ralph struggled against the ropes but it was hopeless.  He was securely bound and quite helpless.  Ralph guessed that he had been robbed and left here, so he began to shout for help.

That did something.  A door that Ralph could not see from his current position was opened and a woman dressed in a black jumpsuit entered the room.  She marched up to Ralph and slapped him about the face "Shut it, you wretch!"

Ralph was shocked by what had just happened.  Never before in his life, even when he had been really naughty, had anyone hit him.

The woman grabbed his face, roughly.  "If you make another sound, I'll cut your balls off.  Understand?"

Terrified now, Ralph nodded weakly.  The woman released his face and left.  Ralph was in tears.  He was cut off from the security and deference of his usual environment and at the mercy of a woman.

Ralph now realised that both of the people involved in his kidnap were women.  But what did they want and when would they let him go?

The next 24 hours seemed to last forever.  The same woman he had seen earlier came to his room with food and spoon fed Ralph like he was a baby.  If Ralph tried to talk to her, he got his face slapped again.  The time dragged really slowly.  From the room beyond his own, Ralph could hear people moving about and the occasional murmur of voices although frustratingly Ralph could not hear what they were saying.

When Ralph needed to go to the bathroom, which happened on two occasions, the woman brought a chamberpot and Ralph had to use that.  He found being naked and having to do his most intimate business in front of this woman most demeaning.

Ralph eventually drifted off to sleep.  He was abruptly awoken the following morning by the sound of raised voices.  His kidnappers, as far as he could guess, were having a blazing row.  About what, he had no way of knowing.  It went on for about an hour before subsiding into silence.

Suddenly, the door to his room was wrenched open.  The woman entered, still dressed in that jumpsuit, with a stern look on her face.  She held a knife in her right hand.  Ralph's heart was in his mouth.  She was going to kill him!  Ralph pleaded with her not to kill him.

The woman ignored him.  Swiftly and deftly, she used the knife to cut the ropes that bound Ralph to the bed "Get up.  Now" she ordered Ralph.  Relieved that he was not going to die (at least not yet anyway), Ralph hastily obeyed her.  The woman lightly pushed him into the other room.

Ralph, used to palatial mansions and gleaming classrooms, had never been in such a dump.  It was a small, dingy, sparsely furnished room that was smaller than his dog's kennel.  The television was on.  There was a news report.  About him.  A female newscaster was saying:

"Ralph Perrott III, son and heir of the wealthy industrial magnate, Ralph Perrott II, is still missing following his dramatic kidnapping forty eight hours ago.  The police report that they still have no leads on the kidnappers, who have still not as yet issued a ransom demand.  An intense man hunt is still underway.  Turning to other news.."

The woman prodded Ralph forwards into another room, in which another woman, who looked identical in every way to the woman behind him, was running a bath.  Ralph realised that his kidnappers must be sisters and twin sisters at that.

The woman with the knife expertly removed the last bits of rope from Ralph's wrists and ankles.  The other woman had finished running the bath and had poured in some liquids out of bottles into it.

The woman with the knife pointed with it at the bath "Get in" she instructed him "and scrub yourself well!".  Ralph eagerly climbed in for he had never felt so dirty.  The bath was good and soothing.  The lady with the blade stayed and watched over him.

Ralph scrubbed himself well.  Perhaps, he decided, too well, for all his body hair seemed to be coming off!  It formed a black scum on the surface of the water.  His minder peered over at the sight, smiled a little, and then ordered Ralph out of the bath.

She handed Ralph a towel and he dried himself.  He was disconcerted to find that all of his body hair was gone.  He was hairless all over, which made him feel even more self-conscious.  He was bewildered.  How had this happened?

Once dry, Ralph wrapped the towel around himself.  At least he was no longer completely naked.  The woman ordered him into the other room, the room with the television.  Her twin was already seated.

Ralph was pushed towards a chair "Sit down".  Ralph took a seat.  The other woman sat down beside her sister and Ralph found himself facing both women.

"Ok, Ralph.  You're allowed to talk now.  I guess you have some questions for us" one of the women said to him.

"What's going on?" Ralph asked them "Why have you kidnapped me?  Who are you?"  The questions came out of his mouth in a rush.

The women smiled at him "We've kidnapped you.  Why?  Because your father is very rich and we are very poor. He'll want you back so we'll sell you back to him for a lot of money.  Who we are you will never know, but you can call us Bonnie.  Bonnie one and Bonnie two".

"When will you let me go?" Ralph asked.

"Ah, not for some time, I'm afraid.  We need to get you out of the country first before making our ransom demand".

Ralph felt like laughing at the sisters' naivety.  His face was on every television screen in the country and in every newspaper.  What were they going to do, waltz up with him to an airport and try and board a plane.  They'd be arrested as soon as they arrived. Then they would be in prison and Ralph would be restored to his old life.

But Bonnie one (?) had not finished yet "It won't be easy to smuggle you out of the country but we've come up with a plan that is worthy of us.  The authorities will be looking out for anyone escorting a boy.  What they won't be looking for is a girl of about your age and build!"

Ralph was confused.  What on earth were they talking about?  Were they going to substitute a girl in his place?  What good would that do?

The two women smiled at his confusion.  "So, Ralph, that means you'll have to become a girl for a while.  Don't worry, it won't be long, just as long as it takes to get to the airport, make the flight and get you to our new hideout.

"What?! I'm not pretending to be a girl!"

Bonnie one held her blade threateningly "Oh, yes you are.  Or else."

Bonnie two said "With that build and his complexion, he should make a very convincing girl".

"Yes" said Bonnie one "So lets get him into his new clothes".

Bonnie two reached for a case and opened it up to reveal a pile of female clothing and underwear.  She began to sort through it, and a few minutes later handed Ralph his new clothing.  He was ordered into the bedroom to change into it.

In tears, Ralph dumped the clothes on the bed.  For the first time, he was not tied to a bed and he was alone so his mind turned to escape.  But there was no window.  No obvious means of escape.  That meant he would have to put on the girls' things.

He picked up what was supposed to be his underwear.  A strip of white lace.  It was a thong.  He was going to have to wear a thong!  Blushing, he struggled into the undergarment.  It was really uncomfortable to wear.  There was a matching bra, which, with difficulty, he put on.  It felt really weird to be wearing one.  Wrong.

There were a pair of white frilled ankle socks, which he slipped onto his feet.  There was also a short denim mini-skirt with a big red love heart on the front which Ralph put on.  He felt ridiculous wearing a skirt.  Then there was a pink angora sweater with white love hearts on it.  Ralph pulled it on, feeling very foolish.  Finally, there was a pair of flat black shoes with large white bows on.

Feeling silly dressed as he was, Ralph went back into the other room.  He expected the two women to laugh hysterically at him, but they didn't.  They sat him down and got to work on him.  False breasts of about the right size for a girl of his age were inserted into his bra cups to give him a bosom.  His fingernails and toenails were filed, shaped and had a thick coat of pink nail varnish applied to them.  His eyebrows were shaped into a feminine arch.  His hair was washed, dyed blonde and styled into a boyish bob.  A pink ribbon was then tied into it.  Ralph's face was given a light cover of make up and a pink lipstick was applied to his lips.

Ralph had to sit and endure all this, knowing that protesting or resisting would do no good.  When they had finished with him they took him over to a full length mirror.  Ralph was astonished at his own reflection, for he looked very pretty and feminine.  He would easily pass for an eleven year old girl, although he looked younger with the little girl pinkness that dominated his current presentation.

He realised with a sinking heart that the two Bonnies ingenious plan would work.  All traces of Ralph Perrott III had been hidden beneath a veneer of femininity.  And it had taken little time and effort to turn him from being a boy to looking like a girl.

It was very strange to suddenly have lumps in his chest, to find his chest restrained by a bra and his waist encircled by a skirt.  His vision was mostly filled with pink, pretty things.  It was very odd indeed to suddenly become inducted into girlish dress and appearance.

The two Bonnies were very pleased.  Bonnie two took a photo of Ralph with a digital camera and went away into another room that Ralph had not seen yet whilst her sister gave Ralph a crash course in feminine deportment.  Ralph was schooled to make small, dainty steps instead of his usual masculine stride.

Bonny two returned waving a booklet triumphantly, which she handed to Ralph.  Ralph opened it up to discover it was a passport.  It showed his new feminised profile and was in the name of Tammy Victoria Lee.  The document looked very authentic and Ralph guessed that Bonny two was an accomplished forger.

Bonny one handed him something else.  A purse.  A dainty thing all in pale pink with a silver clasp and a thin strap.  Embarressed, Ralph slung it over his shoulder.  Bonny one took his passport from him and added it to those belonging to the two sisters before ordering him into the bedroom and locking him in "We need to get into our outfits now and we don't want you getting any ideas about escaping" they told him.

Half an hour later, Ralph was released and was stunned to see that the sisters had shed their intimidating jumpsuits and were dressed in frocks and high heels.  Their hair had been styled in a very feminine manner and that they wore full make up.

Ralph almost applauded their cleverness, for they were as well disguised as Ralph was.  By assuming a very feminine appearance, nobody would take them for being criminals.

Bonnie one took Ralph aside whilst her sister called for a taxi "OK, this is it.  The most dangerous phase of our operation.  You will stay silent and will not speak until I tell you.  If you try to escape or shout for help so help me I will slit your throat.  Do we understand each other?"

Ralph knew that every word Bonnie one said was true.  He would be dead unless he did exactly what she said, so he nodded.  Bonnie patted him on the head.

The taxi arrived and took Ralph and the sisters to the airport.  The taxi driver, a middle aged man, looked appreciatively at the two glamorous women and the pretty girl.  On the way, he had tried to engage Ralph in conversation but Ralph had remained silent.  The taxi driver chuckled "Hmm, shy little lady ain't she?  My own little girl was just like that at her age".

Ralph longed to cry out his real name, but dared not.

At the airport, Ralph noted that his kidnappers were finally showing signs of nerves as the trio got nearer to the flight control desk.  He prayed that some vigilant staff member would penetrate his disguise or see that his passport was false.  A female controller glanced at Ralph's passport and then looked at Ralph for a long moment and waved him and his companions through, much to Ralph's disappointment.

The flight (to Europe Ralph had learned) was uneventful.  Ralph had to sit between the two Bonnies so he had absolutely no freedom of action.  The other passengers didn't give him a second glance, just assuming he was in fact the cute looking girl he appeared to be.

When the plane touched down there was another nervous period going through passport control on the other side.  There were posters with Ralph's face on, but no-one in that airport associated the missing billionnaire's son with the pretty young Tammy Lee and so the party were allowed to proceed.

The Bonnie's hideout was a flat in Warsaw in Poland.  It was nicer than the last hideout, Ralph thought.  The sisters quickly shed their overly feminine attire and reverted to their jumpsuits.  Ralph looked down at his own girlish outfit.  He could take it off now!  He began to pull off his ridiculous pink sweater.

"What are you doing young lady?"  Bonny one asked him sharply.

"Taking off these stupid clothes.  You said I could once we got here" Ralph answered.

Bonnie one shook her head "There's been a change of plan.  You're staying as a girl".

"What!  But you said...."

"Never mind what I said.  You look nice as a girl so we've decided to keep you that way until you are ransomed".

"I don't want to stay dressed like this!  I feel ridiculous!"

"You look very sweet.  You'll get used to it".

So Ralph had to stay in skirts.  He hated it.  Having to wear a skirt and frilly lacy things!

Bonny two fired off a ransom demand that same evening.  All the sisters could do now was wait.

A day later, a response came back. They need proof that they held Ralph and that he was still alive so for a brief time Ralph was restored to his former appearance and made to make an appearance that was filmed by the sisters and sent over the internet.

A few days later, the terms were agreed.  Twenty million dollars was wired to the sisters.  Bonny two was an expert with computers and financial transactions so the money would never be traced by the authorities.  With a smile, Bonnie two closed her laptop "All done!  We can proceed to the final phase of our operation".

Bonnie one smiled.  She glanced over at Ralph who was at that moment dressed in a yellow frock with a large white bow at the back, white stockings and yellow shoes.  "Tammy sweetie, come over here".

The boy obeyed.

"Turn around and close your eyes" Bonnie one instructed him.  Apprehensively, the boy did as he was told.  Bonnie one pressed the chloroform over the boy's face until he passed out.

The sisters dumped Ralph in the boot of their car and fled, abandoning their car and their flat, and disappearing off the face of the earth.  The police turned up hours later amused to find a boy dressed in a pretty frock and hair ribbons.  Ralph was restored to male clothing and to his family, but he would never forget the time he had to spend in feminine attire.

Saturday, 21 July 2012

"Boy dressed as a Girl!" (Letter to the Editor - Sept 1921)

Dear Sir,

I have an amusing account of a time when my brother was obliged to don the clothes of the so-called "weaker sex" about twelve years ago.

Our father being far away on business, our mother took my brother, Philip, and I on a visit to my mother's sister, Aunt Dorothy.  Aunt Dorothy was a spinster and an independently minded woman.  She owned her own clothing outfitters, specialising in dainty and gay garments for girls aged between 6 and 12 and made a good living at it.

We arrived at Aunt Dorothy's at the appointed time, for she was a stickler for good timekeeping, and we admired the fine outfits that were displayed in the shop windows.  They were of exquisite quality and prettiness.

None of this interested Philip of course.  He went instead to look at Aunt Dorothy's motorised delivery van.  Such vehicles were still comparatively rare in 1909, as I recall.  As we ladies had tea and a chat, there was a commotion from the yard.  When we went to investigate, it was to find that Philip had tipped over an oil can and that it was all over his fine suit.

Aunt Dorothy immediately took charge, ordering her maid to run a bath and to get Philip out of his soiled things.  Whilst Philip was being scrubbed clean, Aunt Dorothy looked at his ruined clothing and decided that it could be laundered, but the process would take some time.  This raised the problem of what to dress Philip in for the time being.

Aunt Dorothy was a firm believer not in equality between the sexes but of the greater ability of women.  Hence, she employed only women in her business. Even the driver of the delivery fan was female.  Other than Philip's own clothes, which were currently unwearable, there was not a stitch of male clothing in the place.

Frowning, Aunt Dorothy took a box down from a shelf and opened it up to reveal a white frock with lovely embroidered flower detail and delicate white lace on the sleeves and hem of the skirted portion and pronounced that it would probably fit Philip quite well.  I must confess I did giggle at the idea of my brother having to wear such a pretty dress!

And not only did he have to wear the dress, but everything else that went with it!  He had a to wear a lace trimmed chemise and then submit to wearing a silk blue corset that brought his waist in by several inches.  He also had to wear white silk stockings and, worst of all, frilly, be-ribboned knickers before being put into the frock proper.  It must have been deeply humiliating for a boy to find himself dressed in such a way and I am afraid that I was in hysterics throughout the whole process.

But it did not stop there.  Aunt Dorothy decided to go further.  In the dainty frock, stockinged legs and the frilly undergarments that peeked out from beneath the frock, Philip immediately looked more like a girl but his head was still that of a boy.  A wig of long blonde tresses was placed on his head and Philip had to submit to the indignity of having a white ribbon tied in it.

The addition of the wig and the cute white ribbon brought about a startling transformation, for Philip now looked exactly like a girl! His delicate features and pale complexion greatly aided his appearance en femme.  Finally, he was made to wear white silk gloves and white satin slippers with white bows on the front.

He was left, dressed as he was, and looking very girlish.  He was told to sit still and not to soil his gloves at all, which I found very amusing as this was all part of the conditioning we girls received to turn us into ladies.  I was also highly entertained by his acute embarressment that his pretty knickers were on show, no matter what he did to try to conceal them.

After some hours, Philip's original clothes were now wearable again, although he would need new ones once we returned home.  Needless to say, Philip was eager to escape his feminine bondage and resume masculine attire but to his horror, mother decided that as a punishment for ruining his clothes he would have to wear what he had on now for the return journey home.

Philip quickly realised that his best hope of avoiding ridicule was to be the girl that he appeared to be with as good a grace as he could muster.  It was funny to see him affecting a girlish flounce as he walked.  He attracted much attention on the way to the train station and on the train due to the pretty clothes he now wore and especially those frilly knickers, which he could do nothing to hide from view.

Finally, for Philip the ordeal was over and he was restored to his boys' things once we got home.  However, the outfit he had worn was not returned to Aunt Dorothy.  Aunt Dorothy had gifted the garments to mother who promised Philip that in the even that he should misbehave he would find himself wearing the costume again.  Needless to say, Philip's behaviour was greatly improved from that point onwards and regrettably there were no further occasions where Philip was required to don the outfit again.

Still, it was all a highly entertaining episode, as I am sure you will agree.


Emeline Willoughby

Suzy takes on the World - Part Thirteen - The New Family

Kevin Connor was stunned by what he saw when he was invited round to his girlfriend Suzy's house for tea.

First off, he was amazed that Suzy's family suddenly owned a house in the best area of town.  When he first met Suzy, she had been living on some council estate.  How did they come to live in a house that was easily worth half a million pounds?

Second, the household was female-dominated.  Suzy and her mum ruled to roost.  Suzy's younger brother was much too young to have any influence.  Kevin seemed to recall that Suzy's father had abandoned the family some years earlier and that Suzy had an elder brother.  But no-one had seen Damian for months.....

The place made Kevin feel uncomfortable.  A house without a man.  But Kevin was also uncomfortable because he knew that out of himself and Suzy, Suzy was now the dominant partner.  Most of the time, she was more masculine than he was.

But what Suzy showed him had freaked him out completely.  She took him upstairs to some kind of "nursery".  The occupant was dressed in the manner of a little girl.  Frock, ribbons and everything.  But the size of the "girl" made it obvious that she wasn't.  A girl that is.  Kevin guessed that this must actually be Damian.  How the hell had they got big, tough Damian to dress like that?

It didn't matter.  Suzy and her mum had done it.  Kevin realised that he had been shown the sissified Damian to tell him that if such a thing could happen to Damian, it could certainly happen to Kevin, who was nowhere near as hard as Damian.

Suzy took him by the hand and led him to another room.  Suzy strode confidently, whilst Kevin followed, feeling awkward and like he was the girl.  The room was simply furnished.  A dress and some underwear lay on the bed.

"This is your room, when you are staying over" Suzy explained "Tea will be served in fifteen minutes"  She pointed to the clothes on the bed "Put those on and make yourself look nice" she ordered.  She left, closing the door behind her, before Kevin could protest.

Kevin knew better than to protest anyway.  Suzy was smarter AND stronger than him.  Sighing, he reluctantly took off what he was wearing and put on the black lace panties, matching bra, nylons and then the purple dress which reached down to about mid-thigh on him.  He found a pair of high heeled purple shoes at the foot of the bed which he guessed must go with the dress, so he slipped them on.

Kevin studied himself in the mirror, which he supposed all girls must do to see if they looked right, and cringed when saw his body clothed in a dress, his legs encased in shiny nylon and his aching feet shod in women's high heels.  Without any wig or make up, he looked like a boy in a dress or a boy whose head had been stuck onto the body of a girl.

Kevin was only glad of two things.  Firstly, that non-one but Suzy and her mum would see him dressed like this, not like the last two times!, and second, that Damian looked even more ridiculous than he did.

Kevin went down to dinner as best he could in those heels.  Suzy and her mum were already there, wearing shirts and trousers so that the only skirted person seated at the table was actually a male.  Kevin felt acutely embarressed at this knowledge.  Nothing was said, although mother and daughter exchanged glances.

Dinner was served by a maid.  But this maid was no woman as was evident from his large hands and body.  The maid was a large man.  Who knew what he had been before he had ended up in this position, but now he was wearing a maid's cap and apron and serving the masters of the house - the women.

Everyone waited until the maid had departed.  Suzy smiled at Kevin's quizzical stares.  "That was my Dad" she explained "He ran off with another woman a long time ago, but she grew tired of him and dropped him.  When he heard Mum had inherited this house, he came back with his tail between his legs and begged to be taken back.  He even promised that he would do anything as long as mum took him back, so we took him up on his promise and turned him into our maid.  He's come on very well, don't you think?"

Kevin didn't quite know what to think.  He was sitting at the dinner table wearing a frock, nylons and high heels whilst the ladies wore traditional men's attire.  He had just been served dinner by the "man of the house" who was dressed as a maidservant and who had to behave accordingly.  And upstairs, the other male of the household (other than Suzy's infant brother) was playing with his dolls in the nursery!

Was it a madhouse.  Or was this the future of the modern family?

Once the dishes and glasses had been cleared away by the maid, Suzy led Kevin to the sitting room, commenting on how pretty he looked in his dress.  She bade Kevin sit down and he did so, being careful to arrange his skirts.  It was disconcerting how easily he was adapting to femininity.

To his shock, Suzy got down on one knee and proposed to him!  He was surprised and shocked and unable to speak.

"Yes is the word you're trying to find, darling!" Suzy prompted him.

Kevin finally found his voice.  To his annoyance, it was squeaky, almost girlish "But....we can't get married...we're too young!"

Suzy shrugged "You're right.  We won't actually get married until after I graduate from university and get a job to support us both, and that's several years away.  But we'll be engaged until then".

"But....I'm the man.  I should be the one out earning!"

Suzy shook her head "With your grades, you'll never get into uni.  You let me worry about earning the money".

Kevin knew she had him there.  His grades were so bad, he'd be lucky to get a job at all, let alone a graduate job that Suzy would walk into.

Before Kevin could say another word, Suzy popped a tiny diamond ring onto his finger and kissed him.  "There!  Now we're engaged".

Kevin studied the shiny ring on his finger.  It was rather pretty and was moreover a perfect fit.  The more he thought about it, the more he realised that maybe his future wouldn't be so bad.  He would be married to a successful woman who would probably be worth a million by age 30.  She would treat him well, as long as he conformed to his role as the devoted husband and homemaker.

Suzy's mum began speaking, saying that once he had sat - and failed - his exams in the summer, he could come and live with them on a more or less permanent basis.  He would have to make an effort to make himself more presentable though.  He would need to wear pretty frocks, some sparkly jewellery and start using make up.  His wavy hair should be allowed to grow long so that it could be styled into a more feminine fashion.  Suzy's mum would teach him how to keep a house, as he would be doing later for Suzy.

Suzy looked on in satisfaction as Kevin's face fell.  He would have to assume the traditional female role, and her clothes, because he was thick, lazy and no longer stronger than Suzy.  He was going to make a beautiful and no doubt blushing bride before he became a feminised and submissive househusband.

But Suzy had no qualms or doubts about this role-reversal.  For this was the future, not just for her family, but one day for all families around the world!


Thursday, 5 July 2012

Suzy takes on the World - Part Twelve - RIP Princess

"Come on baby Rosemary, open wide!"

The "baby girl" (in reality, Suzy's errant elder brother Damian who had been put into diapers and baby frocks) kept her mouth shut and shook her bonnet clad head.

Suzy sighed and nodded to her mother, who jammed a pin into "Rosemary's" bare neck.  It had the desired effect, for the baby was forced to open "her" mouth long enough for Suzy to jam the baby bottle of warm milk into "her" mouth and kept it there until it was drained.  Tears of rage and frustration burst forth from the feminised, babified boy.

Mother and Daughter nodded in satisfaction and left Rosemary trapped within her playpen and nursery.

Normally, their next call would have been upon the other resident (and owner) of the house, Mr Lancaster, aka Princess, who positively adored dressing and acting just like a little girl.  But a tragedy had occurred only the previous day.

Mr Lancaster, much to his regret, could not always dress and behave like a small girl.  He had had had business interests that meant that he had to resume the persona and dress of the man he had been forced to be for most of his life.  One such trip had had to be made yesterday to his solicitors' sign some papers.

Had he gone straight home after the meeting, he might still be alive.  But he had passed a boutique for little girls and could not resist going in.  The boutique had been deserted except for a very understanding shop owner who had assured him that she could certainly obtain for him some of the delightful outfits he had seen in her store, in his size, and even have them delivered discreetly to his home.

Upon leaving the boutique, Mr Lancaster's mind had been so preoccupied with the thought of the wonderful outfits Princess could wear that he paid no heed to the traffic - and was run down by the number 39 bus.  The bus had been travelling at such a speed that it's unlikely he would have known much about his demise.

Suzy's mum had been upset and so had Suzy herself.  Princess had been that rare breed of man who was in tune with his femininity and eager to express it.  He had been wretchedly unlucky not to have been born a female in the first place.

It did not take too long for Mr Lancaster's relatives (who had not visited him for years) to come out of the woodwork to claim their share of his wealth.  There were more than a dozen of them.  Mum and Suzy were worried for if Mr Lancaster had left his home and wealth to his relatives or even if they contested the will, as they were sure to do, Suzy's family would be homeless as Mum was only an employee of Mr Lancaster, not his wife or even his girlfriend.

There would also be the problem of "Rosemary".  If they lost the house, they would have no choice but to allow Damian to resume masculinity.  He might even go to the Police about the way he had been treated.

First things first though.  Princess's funeral had to be arranged.  Mum was determined to be in charge and got her way.  She knew Princess better than anyone.  Princess would want to go to her maker as the Princess she had always wished to be, so she was dressed in a gorgeous white gown that sparkled with tiny pink diamonds, with layer upon layer of silk petticoats.  Her hands were gloved, her feet were shod with satin slippers, a string of pearls was placed around her neck and a blonde wig and diamond tiara placed on her head.

Princess was placed in the coffin dressed as she was and nobody but Mother and Suzy knew.  Princess would have been very happy.  The funeral went off about as well as could be expected, what with the relatives arguing over who was to have what.

The will, when it was read, left most of Princess's money divided amongst his relatives.  But as for the house and its contents, by far the least valuable assets, this was left to Suzy's mum.  There was outrage amongst the relatives.  They resolved to contest the will!  They would drag Suzy's mum through the courts and ruin her!

Mum sat calmly whilst these threats were being levelled at her.  Then she nodded to the solicitor, who activated a video recording.  It showed to the relatives the real Mr Lancaster, daintily clad as a sweet little girl, skipping and playing with his dolls.

The room went deathly quiet.  Mum stood up and addressed the relatives.  Yes, what they had just seen had been real.  Filmed only a week before Mr Lancaster's demise.  His death had been tragic but the real tragedy had been that he had been forced to live a lie his whole life - as a masculine man - when in his heart all he had ever wanted was to be a very feminine girl.  So now they knew the truth.  Whether they wanted anyone else, like one of the national newspapers for example, knowing about it was up to them.  Mum only wanted the house.  Surely that was worth her silence?

The relatives hastily agreed.  They did not want this family secret ever seeing the light of day!  They left in indecent haste.

Mum smiled broadly once the last of them had departed.  Thank goodness they had believed her, for she could never have betrayed her late employer's secret to the gutter press.  Just as importantly, her family now had a permanent home.

She took one of Suzy's big hands "We now have a real home and it just happens to have a room that is just perfect for a little girl!  What do you say to baby Rosemary being upgraded to a small girl?"

Suzy smiled broadly by way of reply.

Sunday, 1 July 2012

Suzy takes on the World - Part Eleven - Gym'll Fix it

After his disturbing and frightening nightmare, Kevin Conner became resolved to re-assert the dominant, masculine role in the relationship with his girlfriend, Suzy, who seemed to have usurped that role for herself.

He got dressed, in his boys' school uniform, and went to school.  Suzy had texted him, asking him to meet her between classes.  Kevin ignored it.  It was time that he called the shots and that she did what she was told.

A fuming Suzy caught up him as he was having lunch with his mates.  They had been ribbing him mercilessly about his appearance at the Prom in a dress.  Kevin knew that the ribbing wouldn't last and the episode would be forgotten - as long as he maintained his masculine persona.

There was NO WAY Kevin Conner would be caught wearing a dress ever again!

Finally, Kevin's mates disappeared and it was just Kevin and Suzy.  Kevin was glad to see that she was angry as a hive of bees that had just had a stick poked in their home.  It gave the edge.  It gave him control.

Suzy sat down opposite Kevin.  It annoyed Kevin immensely that his girlfriend (so-called) never bothered to wear a skirt, or make up or high heels.  It was time she did so.

Suzy didn't bother with niceties "Where the hell were you? 11:30 outside the Tuck Shop, I said.  I showed.  You didn't" she snapped accusingly.

Kevin shrugged nonchalantly "I was busy.  Listen Suzy, I've made a few decisions about our relationship".

Suzy looked puzzled "Really?  Like what sort of decisions".

"It isn't working" Kevin said flatly "I want a girlfriend who will dress right for me, wear perfume and make up for me, and be a real girl.  Right now, that isn't you".

"You mean doll myself up like that trollop, Belinda Fox?  Not on your life!" Suzy said with such force that Kevin recoiled.  And then shuddered as he realised that Suzy was gaining the upper hand over him again.

Suzy stood up to display her magnificent physique.  Her large biceps, her muscled torso and thick legs.  "You think that I should wear a skirt?  OK, big boy".  Suzy paused to whip a pink card out of a pocket in her trousers "Meet me here after school!"good

Kevin picked up the card and studied it "Hey, this is a ladies' gym!  I can't go in there!"

But Suzy was already striding away "I know the owner well" she called back "She'll make an exception in your case.  Don't keep me hanging!"

Kevin was determined to put Suzy in her place and so he went along to this Cheryl's Gym after school.  Suzy was already in the reception area, talking to an older woman who had a body as incredible as Suzy's was.  Suzy glanced at her watch in disapproval as Kevin entered.

"Cheryl, this is my boyfriend, Kevin Conner".  Kevin and Cheryl shook hands and she almost crushed his in her vicelike grip.

"How do you do, Kevin.  Suzy's told me a lot about you!  I don't normally allow men to use my gym but as Suzy is one of my dearest friends and you are her boyfriend....go right ahead!"

"Thanks Cheryl!  I owe you one" said Suzy with sincerity "Can we get Kevin something suitable to wear?"

Cheryl smiled "I'm sure I can arrange something.  Come along with me, young man".

Cheryl took the young man into her office.  Cheryl assessed Kevin's size and build and pulled some articles of clothing out of a closet.  Kevin looked at them in dismay.  A lavender coloured T-Shirt, a pair of white jogging bottoms with a pink stripe running down the legs and a pair of pale pink trainers.  Cheryl looked at his face and shrugged as if to say "This is a ladies gym after all, that's all there is".

Reluctantly, Kevin changed into the gear, which was clearly meant for women, and felt foolish.

Cheryl escorted him down some stairs and into a gym that more resembled a men's boxing club than a gym for women.  He was intimidated by the sheer number of tall, muscular amazons pumping iron.  Then he was embarassed when they chuckled at what he was wearing.

Cheryl smiled at his discomforture, slapped him manfully on the shoulder, and left him alone with Suzy.  Suzy had meantime changed into a weightlifters' outfit, all in blue.

Suzy looked Kevin over.  He was strong, even for a boy, and cute.  A small part of her wished she did not have to do what she was about to do to his male ego....

Suzy started him easy on the exercise bikes.  She let him get used to the machine and the pedalling before jumping onto a machine herself "OK, macho man, let's see how which one of us can last the  longest!" she gibed.

The two pedalled and pedalled for all they worth.  Half an hour later, they were still pedalling furiously.  Suzy was quietly impressed at how well Kevin was doing.  But he was still no match for her.  Five minutes later, Kevin began to flag and then had to stop.  Suzy was still pedalling strongly.

After giving him time to get his breath back, and to take on some water, Suzy led him over to a set of weights.  There were twenty five kilos on each end.

"OK" said Suzy "If you can lift that, and keep it lifted for sixty seconds...I'll agree to wear a skirt from now on".

Kevin studied the weight for a long time, and then began to lift it.  He got about halfway, when his muscles gave out and he had to drop it with a anguished cry.

Without hesitation, Suzy picked up the weight and held it above her head for two minutes before gently lowering it to the ground.

Next, Suzy made Kevin do press ups but with the added weight of having Suzy riding him as if he was a horse.  Kevin only managed half a dozen press ups before collapsing in a heap.  He was totally worn out.  Suzy and another girl, an Asian weightlifter called Li, helped him up the stairs to Cheryl's office.

Cheryl poured the boy a drink, which he gulped down gratefully.  Then, as planned, Kevin blacked out completely.

When Kevin had any idea what was going on again, he found himself lying on a table and he could feel the cold air on his body.  He feared that he was naked, but he wasn't.  He was wearing a pink nightdress.  Not only that, but he found that he had no hair on his arms or legs.  And he still couldn't move!  What were these witches doing to him?

Suzy entered, carrying a bundle of clothes.  "Oh, good, you're awake.  Now that we've depilated you, it's time to get you dressed".  Suzy leant over, undid a clip at the back of the nightdress and wiped it away, leaving Kevin naked.  He felt his face redden.

Suzy quickly put on him a lacy bra and a pair of matching knickers, a suspender belt and black shiny stockings, a pair of black high heels and a flowing floral frock.  Kevin was powerless to prevent any of this or even to protest.

Once he was dressed, Suzy was joined by Li and Cheryl, who helped move Kevin to a vanity station where he was expertly made up so that he looked more like a porcelain doll than a boy and had a blonde wig fitted.

Kevin could have wept with shame as out of all of the ladies present, he now looked the most pretty and feminine.

Suzy stroked his bare shoulders "There, now.  That's much better isn't it?  A pretty frock becomes you much better than it does me".  The other women nodded in agreement. Even Kevin had to agree.

Cheryl gave Kevin an injection of some kind and feeling began to return to his limbs and his tongue.  "We've got all this on film by the way.  Don't worry, we won't make you go home dressed as you are - unless you really want to of course - but the pictures of you as a sweet little lady will find their way onto the internet if you don't do what Suzy says from now on.  Understood?"

Kevin nodded dumbly.